Backdoor Slider - A Love Story
by Joe L
"I'm just saying that it will be a good thing for him to see that there are people that really ARE miserable and need help. He might not take everything he has for granted." My dad looks over his glasses at me with his condescending tone.
"He already hates me, and he will just blame me even more for this. Who knows what he will do."
My brother has already stormed out of the room in a crying, snot-dripping, rage at the news. My dad has decided that he has to volunteer with me at the shelter. I certainly don't want to have him around me all summer, seething and pouting… and plotting.
"He needs to do something this summer."
"He's fourteen. He needs to wake up at eleven every morning and then eat sugary cereal by the handful right out of the box while he watches TV."
"I give up. I don't know what to do about him anymore." My dad throws his hands into the air and leaves the room. Finally, that's what I was aiming for. My dad is so out of touch these days. He's made a cocoon for himself. He's surrounded by FOX News and right-wing radio and never hears any other perspective. I guess it's better that he has no part in my brother's life at this point. Things could only explode.
I run up to my brother's room and knock on the door.
"It's OK. You don't have to do it. I talked him out of it!" I call into his bedroom. He probably can't hear me if his headphones are on, but the door eventually opens.
"You owe me big time for this." he says, still sniffling.
"I owe YOU?!?"
"Yeah, you fucking do-gooder. Now you get to be the hero and I'm the awful asshole, as usual."
"You could still be the hero. Just get out of your room and come volunteer with me. It will be good for you." I try to call his bluff.
"Fuck you and your do-gooding shit. Just get the fuck out of here." He tries to slam the door in my face, but I spin around and am several feet down the hall before the door slams.
This is just wonderful. His hatred for me had dulled to general annoyance and avoidance the last few weeks. Now, I'm going to really have to watch him again, as I'm sure he'll be pissed for a while about this one. I don't trust him as far as I could kick his bony ass.
I head back down to do the dishes. Mom really loves me lately.
"What did you say to your brother?" she asks as I enter the kitchen.
"Just that he didn't have to do it, but it would be good if he did. He said that it's all my fault and he hates me, basically."
"Just don't pay any attention to him, Garrett."
"Easy for you to say! PLEASE, you and dad have to think about that kind of stuff before it comes spewing out of your mouths. You can't put me in that kind of position with him. I don't know what he's capable of. He could do something really awful and we'd be saying things like 'We should've seen the warning signs'. Well, I SEE THEM!" I slam a dish into the sink and almost break it. I just want to be alone right now.
"Don't talk like that, Garrett!"
"I'll finish the dishes. You talk to dad."
I finish up the dishes, and hurry my way over to Luke's. I'm really enjoying our reading time. We've made it through six chapters so far, and he's breezing through. I'm even a little annoyed at how easy it is for him. It seems like he could've easily read a book for English class, and that all of his complaining about not being able to read and concentrate was a big lie. Maybe he just got lazy and thought he could get away with cheating. Either way, I'm happy how it's all working out. He's feeling much better about summer school, and the reading always leads to some really hot sex.
I knock at Luke's door because I see Denise's car in her parking spot. I don't like to let myself in when she's home, even though she says it's all right. I hear Luke's bathroom shower running. Shit. If she wasn't here, I could just join him.
"Hi Garrett. What's wrong?" She must still see the frustration on my face.
"Oh, it's just the fam. Usual stuff." I give her a hug.
"You want to talk about it?" she asks. I do, but I want to talk about it with Luke so he can comfort me in the way that only he can.
"Nah, I'm cool. How are you?" I regret the words that come out of my mouth, and a long explanation of some case she's working on ensues. Luke must be taking a hell of a shower. He must've just gotten in there when I got to his place. I sit and nod politely and ask questions as if I'm interested, waiting for him to emerge.
Finally Luke comes out, wrapped in a towel.
"Oh, by the way, thank you for helping Luke with his reading. He told me what a difference you made."
"Happy to help," I say, walking towards Luke's room.
"Luke, thank Garrett for helping you."
"Don't worry, I will," he says as we head into his room and close the door.
"Hey," I say as start to hug him. He leans in for a nice hello kiss.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Jeez, I must have a sour expression on my face. Your mom asked me the same thing."
"Nah, I can just tell," he says, and I tell him about the latest fiasco with my brother. "Just from the time I've spent with the little guy, I think he's fairly harmless."
"That's what everyone says. I think he's really screwed up. Maybe I can work on him a little this summer."
"Me too. I'll try to work out with him some more," he says, rubbing my shoulders.
"So, two more chapters?" I head for the book.
"Let's take the night off. I'm already ahead of schedule. You wanna go up to the roof and see if you can get some color on that hot ass? There's still a few hours left of daylight."
"Sure! I think I still have a swimsuit here."
"Cool. We'll go get in the pool after we get too hot."
We head up to the roof with a couple of beach towels, and spread them out. It's totally private because there's a short wall around the edge of the roof. Plus, no one can hear us because of the loud motors on the air conditioners. We have to speak loudly to even hear each other. We take off our shorts and let our boners bounce around in the air. Luke hands me a bottle of lotion.
"Do me," he says and we both giggle.
"You sure you want to do get all greasy? You just got out of the shower."
"Fuck yeah. I was only in the shower cuz mom was getting on my nerves." I start to work on his legs, rubbing lotion into each one as sensually as I can. Damn, he's so hot. I go up his thighs and can't resist his huge boner just calling out to me. I get careful not to get any lotion on it as I tilt it forward to take it in my mouth.
"G!" He pushes me back with a laugh. "You're gonna burn if you start doing that now. Let me get some lotion on you first."
I start rubbing some more into his body, and the frustration quickly dissipates as I enjoy running my hands over his abs and chest. Soon it's my turn, and Luke gives me just as much attention as I gave him. His fingers feel amazing working the lotion into my skin. This is the life! The pleasure makes me quake.
"Okay, all done!" he says, and immediately starts sucking me off.
"Hey!" I squirm into 69-position and manage to crawl underneath him as he continues to go crazy on me with his mouth. Soon, we're bobbing our heads in unison as his balls keep hitting me in the nose. I chug every bit of Luke's warm load in my mouth, while he jerks my dick off into his open mouth, letting a few squirts splatter on his face before he sucks the rest dry.
"Damn, that was nice," I say as I finally lay back to catch some rays. "That suntan lotion thing made me kinda horny."
"I could tell." We decide it's pointless to keep talking over the air conditioners, so we just lay back and sun as long as we could stand it. After what feels like forever, but was probably only thirty minutes, I stand up drenched in sweat.
"I gotta get in the pool," I say as I pull on my trunks.
"All right, I'm coming." He looks like he could stay up here all day. He probably spends a ton of time up here, as tan as his ass is. I'll keep working on mine.
We head for the pool and start our usual horseplay, dunking each other and tossing each other around. It's the only thing we can do in the pool slightly sexual because all boys do it, and no one pays attention. At least we get to touch each other all over, and it relieves some tension.
"I gotta talk about something," he says, as we get the roughhousing out of our systems.
"What's up?" I say, trying to avoid showing any trepidation. I hate when he says something like that, especially when everything else is going so well. I don't want anything to change.
"You know who my summer school teacher is?"
"I think you said it was Coach Wallace." Shit, I already know where he's going with this.
"Yeah, he's the defensive coach for the football team. He's really impressed cuz I'm the only one really trying in summer school and he's been all over me to join the team. He keeps saying, 'You're an athlete, and athletes play football.'"
"Did you tell him to fuck off?"
"I was thinkin' it might be a good idea... and you could join, too."
"Umm have you seen me? I may look like I'm in good shape, but I'm small. If a big 250-pound football guy hits me, they'd smear me all over the field."
"It would be such a sexy smear... but anyway, I have the perfect position in mind for you."
"You'd better not say towel boy."
"Nah," he laughs and splashes me. "Kicker!"
"That's not much better. I don't know if you know this about me, but I've never kicked a football in my life."
"All right, but here's the facts. You have really strong legs, AND you're very graceful and coordinated. I've seen you dance."
"I don't think that translates to kicking a football. What about you? What position do you want to play?"
"I could play cornerback. I just get to run around in the secondary, intercepting and hitting guys. I won't get hit, myself."
"If you're making interceptions, you're going to get hit. Have you considered that you could get really injured somehow and you'd never be able to pitch the same way again?" He starts floating on his back and closes his eyes.
"Yeah, but I've also considered that I'm putting all my eggs in one basket. As far as pitching goes, I don't know that I'll be able to get out professional hitters. I might be really good or even better at football. It just makes sense that I should give it a try."
"Quit usin' logic on me." I splash him again.
"There's another big plus. If we were both on the team, we'd both have sixth period gym and last lunch! We'd actually get to see each other at school!"
"All right, but only if I can sit on your lap at lunch, wrap my arms around your shoulders and just make out with you the entire lunch period."
"Sounds good to me."
"Oh wait. Someone might notice."
"Oh yeah. No deal, then."
"Hmmm... I wouldn't be able to take AP Physics next year. It's sixth period."
"Another plus," he says, and we have another splash fight. He dunks me, and I come up gasping for air.
"All right, all right! I'll try out!"
"Really?" He stops dead and spins me around to look me in the eyes.
"Yeah, I'll give it a shot. I'll ask one of the coaches to show me how to kick, and I'll try to watch some online videos and pick up some pointers." I didn't really need much convincing. I've always wanted to play football, but my size has kept me from it. I never really thought about kicking, but maybe I could do it. I'm in excellent shape, and it can't be that hard.
"Wow. I didn't think you'd come around so easy–"
"Shut up, grammar police." He splashes me again, and a bunch of water goes up my nose. I gag and cough for a minute, then finally recover. I guess I deserved that one.
"Trust me," he continues once he's sure I'm all right. "The kicker last year was this soccer dude that really sucks. He missed a bunch of extra points. If you just try and act like you want to do it, you'll make it for sure."
"If you say so. Plus, if I suck, I'm blaming you."
"Of course!" He says and pinches me on the dick under the water. "Let's head upstairs to celebrate a little."
I swim as fast as I can to the pool ladder and barely beat him. We scramble into our towels and flip-flops and get up to his apartment in no time. We both get in the shower to wash off the pool water, with minimal kissing and tickling so we can get to his bedroom as quickly as we can. I'm so ready for a good ass-pounding. We head into his bedroom and I see the clock for the first time.
"Shit! I have to leave for my place in less than twenty minutes." I plop down on his bed, smiling up at him. "So, what do you wanna do?"
"Hmmm..." He drops down on the bed next to me, and we turn towards each other. We position our heads on the pillows such that our noses are just touching. He starts stroking my arm with his fingertips, up and down, and chills run all over my body. The anticipation is killing me, as he just keeps stroking my arm.
"What are you doing?" I giggle.
"This." He continues to stroke my arm, and stares into my eyes.
"Don't you wanna fuck me or somethin'?"
"Well, yeah... but..."
"But, this is really nice. I just like being with you, and I'm pretty fucking sure that you like this sort of thing, too." I can't control my giggling and I feel myself blush. I bury my face in my hands, and he tries to pull them back down to my sides.
"I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest," I say as I finally recover, and look back in his eyes.
"Maybe this will calm you down a little." He moves in for a very sweet, light and extremely slow kiss. "Wow," he whispers as he pulls back. It overwhelmed him a little, too; I can tell from the look on his face. I do calm down a little, but now I can only stare back at him all doe-eyed, unable to speak. He goes back to stroking my arm, and we stare at each other in silence for a while, until he finally breaks it.
"You're so good to me. I don't deserve you," he whispers.
"Sure you do."
"Nah. I'm always thinking about me and my dick. You're so awesome. You're the nicest person I've ever met, and you're so good to everyone around you."
"Thanks... but you're pretty awesome, too. You're really good to me, and you were really nice to my brother."
"I just did that to score points with you... and to get laid."
"Like you wouldn't get laid, regardless."
"You're helping me with reading when you don't have to, and you're volunteering at the shelter, and you do nice stuff for your family, and now you're going to join the football team just for me."
"If I'm so great, you must really be somethin' special since I love you so much."
"It's not just my abs then?" I jab him in the belly button with my finger, and that sparks a huge tickle fight. We roll around the bed, and then fall on the floor, laughing and trying to catch our breath.
"I really gotta go now." I finally am able to spit out the words.
"All right," he hoists me up and gives me a big hug, followed by some quick kisses on the lips.
"Love you," I say as he continues to kiss me.
"Love you, too," he goes back to hugging me and positions his lips right by my ear. "You comin' back over tomorrow?"
"Ummm... I thought I might."
"Good...." He exhales a breath into my ear. "Cuz I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
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